Mo’s breeder emailed yesterday to tell us that she has two ten week old dog puppies ready to go. She said she knows our loss must still be raw but she wanted to give us first refusal just in case.
My baby nephew comes to our house three days a week and all of us work. Bringing a puppy into our current situation wouldn't be fair on anyone and I know saying no was the right thing to do but it still feels like I've been punched in the throat.
I can't stand this, I miss Mo so much. I don’t know who I am without a dog.


































